15. Still waiting on the tangent of that street

I hate that yellow spotlight on the ceiling
cos it's not pouring over your hair
And the fan lifts a little bit of curtain
but it's not you that's behind


I hate the buttons on your blue shirt
when all I want to do is tear
Won't you come pick up the boxes
full images you left in my mind


I hate that stoned wall you're sinking in 
the same one I held you against 
Now is taking you away from me
like sand creeping through my hands


I hate that it just started raining
and I can only see you through your songs
The sky turned orange, the day is blue
time kept still since you're gone